Leopold couldn't sit still, part of his high energy lifestyle, so he was handing out the eight-by-eleven scrolls to anyone who didn't smell human. It wasn't a matter of knowing what a goblin smells like, its a matter of knowing what humans do and looking for someone lacking that. Usually it was in the sweat or the eyes, eyes darting around, the eyes of prey watching out for predators like him. He had handed out a dozen dozen of pages before circling back to the booth to reload, taking a moment off his feet to kibitz with the others. 

"Any takers yet? Between the kids who want to fit in and the ones who want to stand out, this is a lot harder to do than I imagined. I got goosed by a granny coming out of the arts building and I swear she was imagining me for those nude paintings. What do you guys think? 'howling to a full moon'  with me in a squat on a stool half changed-er changed out of my [i]clothes[/i]."

He emphasized the last word as some newcomers came to the booth and broke into a smile that just didn't seem like it should sit right on his face. It wasn't a true predator grin, but the natural way all his teeth edged rather than sat flat or rounded like most humans, it was ether bad genes or cosmetic teeth. He flipped on the answer when asked.